Question:
What do you get when you squeeze
462 films into seven minutes? Answer:
An Academy Award.
At least that's what you get when you're filmmaker Chuck Workman, a local kid who made good.
From presidents and prime ministers to kings and queens,
captains of industry to grand dames of Hollywood, artisans and personalities have sought the remarkable
beauty and craftsmanship of Boehm porcelain for more than half a century.
Some legends are lost forever in the sands of time. Other legends are
hidden for ages and never found. For thousands of years the legend of
the Cape May diamond lay locked in the mysterious glow of small pebbles
hidden beneath the waters of the old Delaware River.
Barbara McCann creates scenes that the viewer feels he or she can walk right into. Her use of the palette knife adds a textural level to her images, contributing to the overall impression of liveliness.
Winter’s over and you’re itching
to get out. My suggestion? Take a little
road trip across the river with me
to a land where jazz is plentiful.
I’m talking about a night out
touring some of Philly’s
hottest jazz clubs...
The setting was near-perfect for artist Marie Natale: Cape May’s historic Jackson Street, on a sun-dappled summer’s day. Natale was at her easel, sketching one of the island’s Victorian homes, when an old man and woman walked out and asked her to include them in the portrait...
It began about 10,000 years ago. Man’s desire to form clay into pottery was virtually unstoppable, first with usable vessels that carried water and the like. But ancient pots provide evidence that man had a desire to decorate even that which was utilitarian, opening up a world of possibility for this native substance clay...
“Atlantic City is looking for something other than what they already offer. Casinos are ready for things like ballet and,” Papa says wistfully, “I hope we can get more support from them. “We’re ready for work and want someone to hire us...
“What’s the point
of reproducing something?” she questions. “The camera
can do that. Your own eye can see it. It’s the emotion;
it’s the mood, that thing or that incident that brings
upon you that you’re going to paint. It’s not the
thing itself. If I’m painting this lamp, I’m painting
what it means to me.”
Like the wizard
Merlin, Paul Stankard
has a gift for making magic. For forty years, he’s created
clusters of flowers, plants, roots, and insects out of colored
glass rods and encapsulated them within molten crystal...
Marsh
Madness
To Stan Sperlak, Mother Nature
offers
an everchanging palette.
“THE MORE YOU LOOK,
THE MORE YOU SEE,” says Sperlak, waving his arm toward a seemingly
drab winter landscape. “Even right now—orange and
rust and gold. And see the lavender in that mud...
New Year’s Eve. The ball
drops. You kiss your sweetheart. You hug your friends
and toast the new year with your best rendition of Auld Lang
Syne. You’re overcome with a sense of optimism that accompanies
a fresh start, a new beginning...
Frank
Gelb
Delivering knockouts from boxing to Boceilli
The proud queen of resorts had
withered into an old hag, a shadow of her former self. Her once
loyal crowds, lured by cheap airfare, traded in visits to the
town for excursions to Florida, Nevada and the Caribbean. Atlantic
City had fallen on hard times by the 1960s and most everyone
had given up. Except for Frank Gelb...
A
Glass Act
Wheaton Village faces
the challenges of the 21st Century
It’s 10:30 in the morning. Dozens
of kids, teachers and the ever-valiant field trip parents sweat
in the oven-dry heat of Wheaton Village’s factory/studio
waiting for the first glass-making show of the day...
